Friday, February 21, 2014

The magic lamp

This is a story I (Emma) had to do for CC.  Hope you like it!!!


The magic lamp


     Drake ran as quickly as he could through the markets.  He heard a crazed scream behind him, and ran faster.  “You come back here!!”  his angry perturbed wife yelled.

     Whoosh.  Arrows sliced through the air.  It seemed everyone was staring at him as if he was a crazed maniac fleeing from a squirrel.  Over him, the hot sun was beating down on Drakes fatigued body, beads of sweat ran down his forehead.  I have to hide.  he thought.  Suddenly, he stopped running and glanced around.  He had ran outside of town, into the middle of nowhere.  It was bleak in the desert, and the sand was a golden color, with an occasional sparkling grains of sand.  Unfortunately, he heard another scream.  Reminding him of the chase.  He started running frantically.  He ran and ran till he saw something massive in the distance, Drake squinted  and looked closely.  A cave!   

     Drake ran toward the cave and intriguingly peeked inside .  The cave was dark and eary, he heard the sound of dripping water, and flapping wings.  He cautiously pursued inside the vacant cave. Inside, glanced around.  There was a curved, lumpy path, and rocks jutting out of the walls of the cave.  He traveled down the path carefully.  Abruptly the cave started making a cryptic sound, Drake listened, and started to approach the melodious music.  Minutes later he peeked around the corner, and saw a shining lamp.  Trimmed with rubies and emeralds.  It shone rich gold.  There was smoke around it.  He approached the lamp to hastily retrieve it, but heard a whisper, commanding, “Take me outside!” 

     Drake greedily apprehended the lamp, and took it through the curved path and out the interminable cave. 

     He studied the lamp until he found a large emerald that read, push me.  Drake pressed the emerald in, and out of the lamp came spewing fire, and smoke.  It looked magical, the smoke was dark grey, and he saw it transform into a boy clothed in jewels and expensive clothes.  “You have three wishes, choose them wisely!” the boy bellowed.

     “Who are you?”  Drake asked, astonished.

     The boy smiled, “I am the proficient gene of this lamp.  I can grant you anything you wish for.” 

     Drake rubbed his hands together greedily, and wished, “I wish to get rid of my wife.”

     “You got rid of pest, but there are many more.” he mumbled.

     Ignoring him, Drake proclaimed, “Next, I wish for servants!”

     The boy snapped his finger, and smiled mischievously.  “Now for my last wish, I wish to be ruler of Arabia!”

     The boy snapped his fingers once more.  Drake waited greedily for something to happen, but there was nothing.  The young boy started laughing. “What’s so funny?”  Drake demanded, confused. 
     “I’m not a real gene!!” the boy proclaimed.
     The boy started running as the stunned Drake yelled for him to come back.  He sighed.  He was progressing back to the cave when he heard a battle cry, Oh great.  Drake started running as an arrow whipped passed him.  After that day, he was never seen again.
The host for never chit chat with is double digits today!!  Riah is double digits!!!!  She is turning ten years old, and is loving it.
Happy Birthday Riah!!  Riah, is great sister to hang out with, and I love it when she lets me read my stories to her at night (By the way, Riah, thank you for listening to my stories).  Riah is a great sister!!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Moriah-
Is 9 years old, her nickname is Riah.  She loves art, she is always drawing or making some new thing from a thingamajig.  She also has a passion for singing, she is always singing  during chores, in her room; everywhere.  She is very easy to hang out with, or play with, she'll play with anything for any age group and either boy or girl stuff.  She is a mix of tomboy and girly, but mostly on the girly side, and loves kids.  And all the kids love her.  She is very clumsy, her "theme" song is, Free to be me by Francesca Battistelli. She always is playing games in the neighborhood with her friends.  
Proverbs 17:17 A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversary.